As words take flight from inner being, writing thoughts as yet unseen. Light that reaches deep within, penetrates places it hasn't been. ~ Through coloured windows long since covered, new worlds have yet to be discovered. The light breaks in through dusty air, that dances with each motion there. ~ Through cobwebs thick, it writes its way, clawing through each and every day. Time since buried in inner places, it writes through long ago distant spaces, ~ Through sombre rooms all wrapped in white, with unstirred air, and kept from sight. It glides through outer gates that creak, and untamed gardens blown dry and bleak. ~ A sword stood guard for countless ages, to keep this pen from writing pages. It fought the world, kept all in doubt, and would not let true feeling out. ~ This mighty sword, both sharp and strong, placed quill in darkness it didn't belong. Said, "None will reach this castle deep, and into inner sanctum creep." ~ In silence the quill sat still and meek. Its depth and strength, it did not seek. pale and hidden away unknown, as life passed by the inner home. ~ But magic yet will weave its way, Past sword, and rust and dust, will pray, for clarity and healthy spirit; sing joyfully the world to hear it. ~ Open wide the rusty gates, the boarded windows, the soul elates. Cough and blink, as life seeps in. The sword laid down by mighty pen.


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